242 DIED ABROAD. And through her breast, with every fevered swelling, Some sorrowing memory of the past would come : Therefore, kind Death, for very love and pity, On to the portals of a radiant land; Watched while the angels twined her fadeless wreath, Oh, weeping sister, in thy lone home dwelling, Perchance, sad mother, thy fond love is dearer Than in that distant land. Dream not an exile's grave Retains her. No! still present, though so far, Her eyes may watch thee now, from some calm star. ANON. HOU art so fair, so excellently framed, There is such mind in thy soul-breathing eye, As if its purer home in heaven it claimed, And thence alone could draw its witchery; Thy voice hath such a soothing melody, And on thy lightest thought such magic plays, Like a bright fountain on the gladdened sky; Methinks as on thy perfect form I gaze, In peace should be thy paths, in pleasantness thy ways. Then left her. Oh More neaug, Perchance, sad mother, thy fond lo.. To thy fair child than when the restless Than in that distant land. Dream not an exile's ANON. HOU art so fair, so excellently framed, There is such mind in thy soul-breathing eye, As if its purer home in heaven it claimed, And thence alone could draw its witchery; Thy voice hath such a soothing melody, And on thy lightest thought such magic plays, Like a bright fountain on the gladdened sky; Methinks as on thy perfect form I gaze, In peace should be thy paths, in pleasantness thy ways. 244 A RECOLLECTION. But when I think upon the syren world Whose arms would clasp thee in their false embrace, Whose glittering banner in thy sight unfurled To the fair treasons of its painted wiles; I fain would snatch thee from that fatal race, Whose giddy round each better thought beguiles, And leaves the victor nought but pale and hollow smiles. So, when before the eyes of lofty Rome The Anglian captives stood, a blooming band, A RECOLLECTION. THERE was a boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake : ANON. |